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Dishonest hypocritical pastor loses it all.

I use to be very religious. At the end of that period in my life, I became involved with a new church that was pastored by a charismatic young pastor who seemingly had everything going for him. But the fucker was greedy. Too greedy. As the saying goes: “pigs get fat, hogs get slaughtered.” Pastor Hog got slaughtered.

My wife and I were looking for a church. An old friend invited us to a new church that was energetic and full of friends. We started attending regularly and eventually became involved with the leadership of the church.

After a while, I started to become uneasy around the pastor. The way he communicated with people just rubbed me the wrong way. I slowly realized that he was a manipulator and compulsive liar. Quick with an overzealous compliment but slow to explain himself when issues arose.

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The World’s worst mid-air collisions

While you’d imagine that with an almost limitless sky, collisions between aircraft should be almost impossible, the reality is that nothing is shorter than a straight line, and as such the skies are filled with a sort of invisible highways, pre-established flight paths between airports that all aircraft have to follow to get from point A to B in the most efficient, quick manner, this is why the following accidents managed to take place:

Charkhi Dadri mid-air collision

On 12 November 1996 over the village of Charkhi Dadri, to the west of New Delhi, India, two commercial aircraft, Saudi Arabian Airlines Flight 763, a
Boeing 747-100B, and Kazakhstan Airlines Flight 1907, a Ilyushin Il-76TD, collided in the approach path of Delhi’s airport, a narrow flight path used to both departures and arrivals, where a combination of pilot error on behalf of the Kazakh aircraft, lack of a modern radar in Delhi, and the airports extremely congested approach path lead to the loss of 349 people on board both planes, becoming the third deadliest aviation accident in history. 

Dniprodzerzhynsk mid-air collision

On 11 August 1979 over Ukraine, near the city formerly named Dniprodzerzhynsk, two Tupolev Tu-134A’s on scheduled domestic passenger flights, and both operated by Aeroflot, Aeroflot 65816 and Aeroflot 65735, collided while on cruise flight after an overworked and understaffed air traffic control made a series of communication and direction mistakes, ultimately culminating in a break down of communication and the subsequent crash, killing all 178 people on board both airliners.

Zagreb mid-air collision

On 10 September 1976, British Airways Flight 476, a Hawker Siddeley Trident, collided mid-air near Zagreb, Yugoslavia (now Croatia), with Inex-Adria Aviopromet Flight 550, a Douglas DC-9. The collision was the result of a procedural error on the part of Zagreb air traffic controllers, a combination of bad coordination and use of improper radio language, leading to the loss of all 176 people on board both planes. 

All Nippon Airways Flight 58

On 30 July 1971, a Japan Air Self-Defense Force (JASDF) Mitsubishi F-86F Sabre fighter jet collided with an All Nippon Airways Boeing 727-200 airliner, causing both aircraft to crash. All 162 occupants of the airliner were killed, while the Sabre pilot, a trainee with the JASDF, ejected before the collision and survived. The crash occurred after the fighter pilot, Technical Sergeant Yoshimi Ichikawa , which was practicing air combat maneuvers with his instructor in another Sabre, failed to monitor the air traffic around him, until his instructor realized the impending collision and ordered him to break away from the airliner, an order that came too late. 

Libyan Arab Airlines Flight 1103

On 22 December 1992, a Libyan Arab Airlines Boeing 727-200 took off from Benina International Airport near Benghazi on a domestic flight to Tripoli International Airport. At an altitude of 3,500 ft (1,067 m) during the aircraft’s approach to Tripoli airport, the aircraft disintegrated after allegely colliding with a Libyan Air Force’s MiG-23, resulting in the death of all 157 passengers and crew on the airliner, while the 2-man crew of the MiG ejected. 

This one, while still being classified as a mid-air collision, but after the fall of Gaddafi, the military pilot involved claims the airliner was ordered shot down by Gaddafi himself, in an attempt to show the west the consequences of the embargo imposed on Libya after the bombing of Pan Am flight 103.

Gol Transportes Aéreos Flight 1907

On 29 September 2006, a Gol Transportes Aeréos Boeing 737-800 collided in midair with an Embraer Legacy 600 business jet over the Brazilian state of Mato Grosso. All 154 passengers and crew aboard the Boeing 737 died when the aircraft broke up in midair and crashed into an area of dense jungle, while the Embraer Legacy, despite sustaining serious damage to its left wing and tail, landed safely with its seven occupants uninjured. The accident was caused by errors committed both by air traffic controllers, further compounded by lack of radar coverage over the area of collision, and by the American pilots on the delivery flight of the Embraer Legacy, whom failed to turn on their anti-collision system or TCAS, being unfamiliar with their brand-new aircraft. 

The lure of planet blue-green (N1MB Part 7)

The mission was clearly madness, but the lure of the mysterious blue-green planet was eerily strong to all who studied it.  Even the wisdom of Galactic Counsel members succumbed to its unlikely spell.  Admirals Nelt and Zenken were authorised to do whatever was required to find out more.

The mission team squatted in their cloaked shelter on the chosen erratic as it approached the planet’s orbit.  When the window for observation finally opened, Matina was on shift alone.

She studied the collection of signals in complete confusion, after half a diurnal of failing to make any progress, she disrupted the sleep roster to bring the whole team together to confer.  “I can find structured signals in almost every type of available channel.  I’m certain they are structured, but there is nothing like the long and short pulses we detected earlier,” she huffed with frustration, “this just gets worse.”

“Its data,” said Nurind, “it gives us opportunities.  No-one expected you to be able to interpret it instantly.  Collecting it is sufficient at this time.”  

“I can’t even do that,” Matina explained, “the volume of signals I’ve detected in the last 40 dinas would fill our entire data storage capacity.  And the traffic is all one way.  Every signal I’ve identified is emanating from the planet.  I’ve found absolutely nothing going in the other direction.”

This was a shock to the team.  The data storage capacity allocated for the mission was double the entire subspace traffic from their home world.  

“We have no choice but to collect only a sample,” Matina huffed, “but how do I choose what to sample when I have no idea what we are receiving?”

Zen, Crona and Nurind’s ears moved slowly in contemplation.  Crona was the first to break the silence.  “We must apply some form of statistical sampling,” said the mathematician.  “Shall I design a tool on my next shift?”

“That would seem sensible,” said Zen.  With that volume of data coming in, we can afford to lose a few diurnals and still take back all we can carry.”

Nurind lowered zis ears in agreement.  Matina’s ears folded down completely in relief.

“Thank you, its an honour to be working with such a fantastic team.  I apologise for disturbing your rests.”

“No apology is required,” said Zen, “I expect many more such disturbances for all of us before we return.”

The next of Zen’s predicted disturbances came a few diurnals later.  Nurind had been monitoring signal traffic using Crona’s sampling system, when an object was detected approaching The Blobs.  Nurind had studied hard to build zis skills for the mission, but this was beyond his knowledge.

“Crona, I’m sorry to disturb you.  I may have been in error when I judged I could cram sufficient knowledge to function as an effective Junior.”

Crona reviewed the signals.  “There is no error in your analysis, Nurind.  I’ll wake the others.  It seems we may have been detected.”

Spread Your Wings: The Hunt

Summary: Reader is a HYDRA experiment (like the Maximoffs, but not voluntary) who grows wings (like Angel from X-Men). She escapes (escape covered in Prologue) and is now trying to rescue and prevent further kidnappings and experiments. 

Word Count: 1710

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of past torture

A/N: Here it is. A very, very large THANK YOU to both @imhereforbvcky, and @writingwithadinosaur, for their general wonderfulness and amazing writing skills! I have tagged everyone who liked/reblogged/commented on the prologue, if you would like to be tagged, or untagged, just let me know!

Not my Gif…

It was the pain that woke you; the burning sensation causing you to cry out. It always took a moment for you to remember that you were safe upon waking; that the pain you were feeling wasn’t the result of being tortured anymore.

This was the routine now; you would wake covered in sweat, your back burning and a scream trapped in your throat. The nightmares had become so common, but so vivid that you almost couldn’t tell what was real, almost. After a few minutes of deep breathing, you could remember that you were free and that your nightmares were just a result of traumatic memories.

HYDRA had really fucked with your brain and it would take some time before you could sleep soundly. But you knew you’d get there eventually, the trip would just suck.

You had been a normal child, until you turned 6; the year your mutation developed. Your parents had no clue how to deal with a mutant child, especially not one with such an obvious physical difference. Their devout and extreme religious beliefs had them looking at you like a monster, a demon; something unholy. After 6 years, your parents abandoned you. You liked to tell yourself that they hoped the scientists would be able to rid you of your mutation, and then they would have taken you back. But in all likelihood, they had just dumped you when you were no longer a perfect child.

A sense of optimism or hope was near impossible to hold in captivity, and even more so when captivity became torture and scientific testing. You were never sure if your parents had left you with HYDRA to begin with or if you were moved there, but most of your life had been with them. If you could call it a life that is.

But you had escaped in one piece. You even had some small mementos to remember your time in the lab.

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One Thousand and One Villages

Follow-up to my post One Thousand Villages, separated out so Tumblr won’t harm my precious, precious PNGs, so let’s tag some people from the last one. @wirehead-wannabe @mailadreapta @bambamramfan Let’s also tag @xhxhxhx in case he finds it interesting or discovers some glaring flaw or something.

We’ll borrow Mailadreapta’s word here and refer to the new model as a Quad - it’s a 500m x 500m area as part of a larger 1km x 1km pattern.  I decided to revisit the subject and get a better sense of the scale and proportions, and in doing so, I realized that 1km x 1km is just too big for a single unit (and also too big to start with as an experiment if someone were to attempt this).  We’ll call the collection of four quads a Klick.

In the above images, green is residential, blue is mixed-use/commercial, yellow is light industrial, white is civic buildings, and orange is public transit.

Noting some feedback from @mailadreapta

I think the biggest problem is employment: there’s just no way you can ensure that everyone works in their own quad, so most people will still need to leave in order to work. I assume that a high-speed thoroughfare lie along the boundaries of the square (with transit) to accommodate this.

For a similar reason, I would put the commercial and civic buildings (except for the school) among the edge: these are these are places that will be visited often by people from other villages, so keep them away from the residential center.

This is, in fact, roughly the plan.  Although I did have the civic center in the middle last time.

Now then, now that that’s out of the way, let’s do some uncredentialed urban planning!

EDIT: Got a couple of numbers wrong.  That’s what I get for being so desperate to post this at 5AM in the morning.

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Utopia Hound Bonus Track

As a bonus to the movie novel, I’m translating the bonus track of Utopia Hound novel. I’m mainly interested in Kougami and Akane’s characters and, considering the fact that we don’t know much about Kougami’s escape, except for some news written in the movie book and rumors on the net, I’ve decided to search by myself on Utopia Hound and here I have found interesting things. This book is mainly focused on Kougami. I read a short summary of it in the past, but nothing too precise. I have never been satisfied by second hand informations, so here’s the story.

Utopia Hound Bonus Track in divided in 11 parts. Part 1 and 2 are set just after Makishima’s killing, and part 2 also contains the last conversation between Kougami and Akane (I thought it was in the second book of Psycho Pass but I was wrong).

I liked it very much not for the dialogue itself (that we know it well), but for the interlines in the conversation. From part 3 and on, Kougami escapes to China, he meets a man named Simon, he fights (against who I still don’t know)…..Anyway, I’m going to translate these parts in the next weeks.

Just the last note: if you wanna know something more about the translation, ask for details or if there’s something you don’t understand, I’m here, just ask!

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Partners- Calum Hood

Originally posted by teenagedfricks

Summary: cop!cal (lol is that even a thing), basically you and calum are partners in a investigation 

A/N: I feel like you can put an exclamation mark after any thing and then a name and its a thing (ex: pussyassbitch!luke) 

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I hope the NSA agent monitoring my traffic is able to guess what I was doing when I googled “lottery odds” and “average number of sperm per ejaculation” in rapid succession.  That guy is probably confused enough as it is.

Roland Vincent (Tony) Carnaby ran a security business based in Houston Texas. One of its contracts involved monitoring traffic in and and out the the port of Houston to guard against nuclear materials smuggling. In that capacity he would certainly have been known to the CIA. The police say that, when stopped he claimed to be a CIA agent; they did not believe him and asked him step out of the car; a high speed chase then ensued which ended with Carnaby being shot.

Speed traps in California are getting more strict as the police have now employed F-16s to monitor high traffic zones.

Police are now authorized to use deadly force on speeding vehicles, including their vulcan cannons, stinger missiles and new laser technology. “Any car going more than 5mph over the speed limit will be torched,” said L.A. Commissioner Peter Lollard. Radar detectors have also been proclaimed illegal, and anyone using them will be shot down.

When asked about the legality of using deadly force for traffic violations and military hardware for law enforcement, Lollard explained, “Ask me that again and I’ll ‘introduce’ you to our drone program.”

Baby It's Cold Outside (REQUESTED)

“Again, a winter storm advisory is in effect from 11 AM today until 6 PM tomorrow. We advise that you all remain safe by staying off the roads until a couple more inches of the ice and snow starts to melt…” You were eating a bowl of cereal in the kitchen when you heard the announcement on the news. Dylan was on his way over and you couldn’t help but feel extremely worried until he got there safe. It wasn’t supposed to snow hard until later on tonight, but the wind made it head your way early and you woke up to see your yard covered in feet of snow.

“Finally!” You say in relief as Dylan enters the door. “I was so worried!! I can’t believe how much snow is on the ground so far! How were the roads?” Dylan takes off his jacket and boots. His nose and cheeks are extremely red and his hair is covered in white snow.

Dylan brushes off his head and hangs up his jacket. “Holy shit it’s cold outside. It’s so crazy out there, the roads are so icy already. They have a bunch of police officers monitoring traffic to make sure no one is being reckless. I’m just glad I made it here before it get worse. They’re calling for like 2 more feet of snow just today!”

“I know, I heard. I’ve been watching the news like crazy,” you look out to window and stare outside for a second. “It is pretty, though. Everything looks so clean.”

Dylan joins you. “I know, right? I’ll take the L.A traffic any day over the icy mess on the roads right now, but I must admit sometimes I miss playing in the snow. I remember when we would have snow days in elementary school and my sister and I would literally have to be dragged back inside the house because we would spend all day making snowmen.”

You look at Dylan’s face and he looks a bit sad. You feel nostalgia rush over you as you recall when you too used to spend hours outside. “Well who says we can’t do that now?”

“What? Now?! It’s like -5 degrees outside.”

“Oh come on, Dyl! Let’s make something fun out of this day! We’re snowed in anyway and there’s nothing else to do!”

Dylan’s face lights up and his eyes grow big. “You’re right! Get dressed and I’ll meet you out there! We should make a fort!”

“And then we can have a snowball fight!” You go into your room and put on your thickest pair of leggings and jeans.

“And we should bring a bunch of clothes outside so we can make a snowman! Oh! We should make us! A snow man and woman! I’m too excited about this, aren’t I?”

You pinch Dylan’s cheeks like a grandmother would do to her tiny grandchild and say, “No, it’s cute! Let me finish putting on some warm clothes and then we can head outside.” When you finish getting dressed however, Dylan is nowhere in sight. You assume he’s already outside so you open the door. You’re immediately hit with a snowball once you step onto the snow, which causes an eruption of laughter from Dylan. “You jerk! You didn’t tell me you were starting with the snowball fight first!” You rush toward him and he starts the run the opposite way, dodging your snowballs. The two of you play outside for a while before heading back inside to two cups of hot chocolate and one warm blanket.

anonymous asked:

Kisuke's answer to Askin's question stays with me: a true scientist wouldn't want to watch someone else recreate the universe; he'd want to be the one doing it. Now, Kisuke was speaking of Mayuri there, but I have to wonder: Aizen believed (believes?) he could do it. Yhwach believes he can. Do you think that Kisuke actually knows HE could do it, and the only thing holding him back is the terrible cost? Do you suppose that 'blank canvas' reference is a veiled threat? Nuke it all and start over...

The short answer?  No.

The long (VERY LONG) one?

I think, anon, the answer to your question was given a number of years ago, in chapter 421: 

All Kubo did in 664 was elaborate on it:

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nookipuu  asked:

Car journeys with STARISH and Quartet Night (with individuals and as groups.. especially, who dances to songs or sings along) :3c

STARISH - Laughter bounces off the walls within the car, the guys approaching multiple topics at once. Syo might scold Natsuki for dangling ridiculous things out of the window, Cecil and Otoya swap childhood stories, Ren may silently play a game on his 3DS, and Masato scolding Tokiya for his terrible sleeping posture.

Natsuki - When the more upbeat songs start playing, Natsuki sits on the edge of his seat and tries to dance along. Given he doesn’t know the official choreography, he simply moves his body to the rhythm. If he isn’t careful though, he may accidentally bump his head against the roof.

Tokiya - The car ride in between schedules is Tokiya’s optimal nap time. He’ll fold his arms over his chest, allowing his chin to tilt downwards as he drifts off to sleep. Needless to say, he doesn’t appreciate abrupt stops and sharp turns, and won’t hesitate to scold the driver.

Cecil - Riding in a car is always exciting with Cecil, because he thoroughly enjoys gazing out the window and at the surrounding scenery. He’s the type of person to play games like Punch Buggy, or invent his own involving the passing town. If it rains, he stares at the raindrops and watches them race against each other to get to the bottom of the window.

Ren - He’ll carry out civil conversations with whoever’s inside the car, asking how the staff’s day has been and listening to even the small things since he knows how important it might mean to them. If his lover is there he might be a bit more flirtatious, showering them with compliments for the sheer pleasure of seeing their reaction.

Ittoki - It’s best to be careful in the car with Otoya, because occasionally he might bring sporting equipment inside. If there’s enough room for him to move his legs, he might try to kick his soccer ball up, or maybe juggle tennis balls. He may love sports but he isn’t perfect at them, so expect to get pelted, or in the worst cast scenario, have a window get broken.

Syo - One should anticipate the time to be occupied with Syo talking about his favorite things. He can talk about anything, but he’s most vocal when it’s a subject he likes. In other words, you might have a long talk about how great Hyuga is, and then talk about the latest episode of Prince of Fighting.

Hijirikawa - He reads over his schedule, opening up scripts for whatever play/drama he’ll be participating in soon. His face appears very serious and concentrated as he focuses on memorizing them in time. Masato doesn’t want to trouble anyone at all. In between rehearsing his lines, the two of you can have pleasant small talk on where you’re going, with Masato giving you a bit of background information on the area.

Quartet Night - The car is filled with distorted noise. Half of it is Ranmaru arguing with Camus over the A/C and what kind of music to play on the radio. Mikaze constantly reads off of a GPS map on his phone and acts as a backseat driver to Reiji, who’s too happy having all of his bandmates in his car to actually listen to Mikaze’s instructions. “Lighten up AiAi, I know a shortcut to get there!” he insists, causing them to be a few hours late to their schedule thanks to traffic.

Ranmaru - Expect the trip’s music to consist of rock bands, though he may have some leeway and let you listen to your music if he likes you that much. From the side you can see him strumming on an air guitar, partially banging his head back and forth to the beat. 

Reiji - “UNDER THE STARLIIIIGHT. LET’S FIND OUR LOOOOVE,” Reiji sings aloud. There wasn’t any music playing either, he had just randomly burst into a fury of Quartet Night songs. It scared the crap out of whoever his passenger(s) was, who would in turn yell at him to keep focusing on the road whenever he sang emotionally in their direction.

AI - He’s constantly keeping an eye on his GPS, monitoring for any incoming traffic and potential shortcuts to their destination to cut the amount of travel time down. When he isn’t paying attention to it, he might gaze out the window with a spaced-out expression, mouthing the lyrics to whatever song is playing.

Camus - The air conditioner is on full blast, to the point where you’re practically freezing. Camus, on the other hand, complains that it’s much too hot inside the car. The back of the car is stocked with snacks especially for the long trip, courtesy of Camus himself. So of course, a majority would wind up being sweets he tends to eat continuously.

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Why are you anti net neutrality?

I Want More Competition

Proponents of Net Neutrality say the telecoms have too much power. I agree. Everyone seems to agree that monopolies are bad and competition is good, and just like you, I would like to see more competition. But if monopolies are bad, why should we trust the U.S. government, the largest, most powerful monopoly in the world? We’re talking about the same organization that spent an amount equal to Facebook’s first six years of operating costs to build a health care website that doesn’t work, the same organization that can’t keep the country’s bridges from falling down, and the same organization that spends 320 times what private industry spends to send a rocket into space. Think of an industry that has major problems. Public schools? Health care? How about higher education, student loans, housing, banking, physical infrastructure, immigration, the space program, the military, the police, or the post office? What do all these industries and/or organizations have in common? They are all heavily regulated or controlled by the government. On the other hand we see that where deregulation has occurred, innovation has bloomed, such as with telephony services. Do you think we’d all be walking around with smartphones today if the government still ran the phone system?

The U.S. government has shown time after time that it is ineffective at managing much of anything. This is by design. The Founders intentionally created a government that was slow, inefficient, and plagued by gridlock, because they knew the greatest danger to individual freedom came from a government that could move quickly–too quickly for the people to react in time to protect themselves. If we value our freedom, we need government to be slow. But if government is slow, we shouldn’t rely on it to provide us with products and services we want in a timely manner at a high level of quality. The telecoms may be bad, but everything that makes them bad is what the government is by definition. Can we put “bad” and “worse” together and end up with “better”?

I don’t like how much power the telecoms have. But the reason they’re big and powerful isn’t because there is a lack of government regulation, but because of it. Government regulations are written by large corporate interests which collude with officials in government. The image of government being full of people on a mission to protect the little guy from predatory corporate behemoths is an illusion fostered by politicians and corporate interests alike. Many, if not most, government regulations are the product of crony capitalism designed to prevent small entrepreneurs from becoming real threats to large corporations. If Net Neutrality comes to pass how can we trust it will not be written in a way that will make it harder for new companies to offer Internet services? If anything, we’re likely to end up even more beholden to the large telecoms than before. Of course at this point the politicians will tell us if they hadn’t stepped in that things would be even worse.

If the telecoms are forced to compete in a truly free market, Comcast and Time Warner won’t exist 10 years from now. They’ll be replaced by options that give us better service at a lower price. Some of these new options may depend on being able to take advantage of the very freedom to charge more for certain types of Internet traffic that Net Neutrality seeks to eliminate. If we want to break up the large telecoms through increased competition we need to eliminate regulations that act as barriers to entry in the space, rather than create more of them.

I Want More Privacy

Free speech cannot exist without privacy, and the U.S. government has been shown to be unworthy of guarding the privacy of its citizens. Only the latest revelation of many, Glenn Greenwald’s new book No Place To Hide reveals that the U.S. government tampers with Internet routers during the manufacturing process to aid it’s spying programs. Is this the organization we trust to take even more control of the Internet? Should we believe that under Net Neutrality the government will trust the telecoms to police themselves? The government will need to verify, at a technical level, whether the telecoms are treating data as they should. Don’t be surprised if that means the government says it needs to be able to install its own hardware and software at critical points to monitor Internet traffic. Once installed, can we trust this government, or any government, to use that access in a benign manner?

While privacy and freedom of speech may not be foremost on your mind today because you like who is running the government right now, remember that government control tends to swing back and forth. How will you feel about the government having increased control of the Internet when Republicans own the House and Senate and Jeb Bush is elected President, all at the same time?

I Want More Freedom

If men were angels, no government would be necessary. If angels were to govern men, neither external nor internal controls on government would be necessary. – James Madison, The Federalist No. 51

Many of us see the U.S. government as a benevolent and all-knowing parent with the best interests of you and me, its children, at heart. I see the U.S. government as a dangerous tyrant, influenced by large corporate interests, seeking to control everyone and everything. Perhaps these diverging perspectives on the nature of the U.S. government are what account for a majority of the debate between proponents and opponents of Net Neutrality. If I believed the U.S. government was omniscient, had only good intentions, and that those intentions would never change, I would be in favor of Net Neutrality and more. But it wasn’t all that long ago that FDR was locking up U.S. citizens of Japanese ancestry in concentration camps and Woodrow Wilson was outlawing political dissent. More recently we’ve seen the U.S. government fight unjust wars, topple elected democracies, and otherwise interfere in world affairs. We’ve seen the same government execute its own citizens in violation of Fifth Amendment rights guaranteed in the U.S. Constitution. Simply put–I don’t trust the U.S. government. Nor do I trust any other government, even if “my team” wins the election. I see any increase in regulation, however well-intentioned, however beneficial to me today, as leading to less freedom for me and society in the long term. For this reason those who rose up against SOPA and PIPA a few years ago should be equally opposed to Net Neutrality.

What Instead?

Internet bandwidth is, at least currently, a finite resource and has to be allocated somehow. We can let politicians decide, or we can let you and me decide by leaving it up to the free market. If we choose politicians, we will see the Internet become another mismanaged public monopoly, subject to political whims and increased scrutiny from our friends at the NSA. If we leave it up to the free market we will, in time, receive more of what we want at a lower price. It may not be a perfect process, but it will be better than the alternative.

Free markets deal exceptionally well in the process of “creative destruction” economist Joseph Shumpeter championed as the mode by which society raises its standard of living. Although any progress is not without its impediments and free markets aren’t an instant panacea, even U2’s Bono embraced the fact entrepreneurial capitalism does more to eradicate poverty than foreign aid. Especially in the area of technology, government regulation has little, if any place. Governments cannot move fast enough to effectively regulate technology companies because by the time they move, the technology has changed and the debate is irrelevant. Does anyone remember the antitrust cases against Microsoft because of the Internet Explorer browser? The worse services provided by the large telecoms are, the more incentive there will be for entrepreneurs to create new technologies. Five years from now a new satellite technology may emerge that makes fiber obsolete, and we’ll all be getting wireless terabit downloads from space directly to our smartphones, anywhere in the world, for $5/month. Unrealistic? Just think what someone would have said in 1994 if you had tried to explain to them everything you can do today on an iPhone, and at what price.


When Driver Error Becomes Programming Error

by Joel N. Shurkin, Inside Science

Ninety percent of automobile accidents now involve human error. If scientists succeed in producing computer-driven cars, responsibility may shift to programming errors. In that case, who sues whom? Who is liable?

Scientists working on computer-driven cars – so-called autonomous vehicles – are dealing with issues Henry Ford never worried about, and the technology is ahead of the law.

Google has several fully autonomous cars roaming the streets of California.

In some ways it already is happening by steps. Most new cars have anti-lock braking systems, self-adjusting cruise control, traction control, and computers that can slam on the brakes when it detects an imminent collision. The driver just enjoys the ride.

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Prompt: Olicity is together but Roy/Diggle doesn't know yet until one of them sees a hickey in her neck

“Felicity?” Oliver said through her comm. She looked up from her desk at Queen Consolidated and looked towards him. Although his office was now surrounded by frosted glass, his shadow had him sitting on his couch by the window.


“Can I see you for a moment, please?”

“Sure.” The moment the door closed behind her, she gasped as she was pressed against it. Oliver’s hands ran down her arms, where they planted themselves on her hips. His lips made their way to the base of her neck, where he nipped and bit at the skin. A shiver ran through her body as he pressed himself harder against her.

“Finally,” He sighed against her skin.

“Oliver,” She tried pushing away from him, but then he started sucking on the spot she oh-so loved, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. “Oliver.”

"Hm?” He smiled against her, trailing his stubbled jaw up her neck. He pressed his lips against hers once, twice, three times before smiling down at her.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” She said, but her arms came up and wrapped themselves around his neck. “We really shouldn’t.”

“No, no. We definitely shouldn’t,” He shook his head and smiled when she reached up on her toes to kiss him again.

“Mm, what about Digg?” She asked a moment later.

“He’s on his break,” He reminded her, 

“Yes, which could end in a matter of minutes,” She pointed out. “Plus, since I’m not outside, someone could just come barging in here." 

As if on cue, someone tried opening Oliver’s door, bumping Felicity into Oliver.

"Oliver?” Diggle’s voice came from the other side. “You okay?”

“Yeah, give me a second!” He said, straightening Felicity’s top. Thankfully, she managed to tiptoe to the wall, where she leaned casually against it, her phone in her hand. Oliver opened the door. “What’s up?”

“Uh, where’s Felicity?” He gestured to the empty desk behind him. 

“She’s in here,” Oliver blinked.

Felicity smacked her hand to her forehead. You should’ve just gotten rid of him then let me sneak back outside, she scolded him in her head.

“Why? And why was the door stuck?” Digg sidestepped him and entered the office, earning a wave from Felicity. 

“I- I was leaning against it,” He replied, folding his arms across his chest. “What’s up?”

“Nothing,” He shrugged. “Are you guys okay?”

“Fine, everything’s fine,” Felicity said quickly. Oliver cast her a sideways glance. “You know what, Digg? You’re right. I have an empty desk that needs manning. Or, wo-manning. I’ll see you later.”

“Felicity, wait,” Diggle said, grabbing her arm. “Is there anything you wanna tell me?”

“What? Me? Pfft, no, nooo,” She shook her head. “I’m gonna go back to work now.”

“And you?” Diggle asked, watching as Oliver returned to his desk. “Anything you wanna tell me?”

“No.” He then busied himself with the stack of papers on his desk.


Later that evening, at the Foundry, Felicity sat at her desk, the monitors displaying several different traffic cameras from all over the city. Roy was still at his shift in Verdant, and Diggle was out for his shift as patrol. Oliver took the opportunity to sneak up behind her and place his chin atop her head.

“Hello,” She smiled, looking up at him.

“Hi,” He smiled back. “I forgot to tell you, but I was trying to charge my phone by your system unit earlier and-”

“Oh no, did you pull one of the cords out?” She got up suddenly and made her way to the northwest corner of the Foundry. Her fingers started counting the wires, but everything seemed to be in order. “Everything seems to be-”

She gasped again as he came up behind her and pressed her into the wall. This time, they were shielded by the large system unit and the concrete column behind it, so that someone would have had to round the corner in order to see them. 

“This is twice, Oliver,” She laughed, sighing contently as he raised one of his hands to cup her face. His other hand gripped her waist, his thumb circling the skin there. Her arms reached up to wrap themselves around his neck. 

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” He smirked, leaning down to kiss her. This was a more passionate kiss than earlier. It started off slow, until Felicity separated her lips, inviting Oliver to do the same. He obliged, and the two began fighting for dominance. 

“Oh,” She moaned as he pressed her harder into the wall, his lips trailing along her jaw and down to the base of her neck. Grateful he’d removed his jacket, one of her hands traveled down his chest to his stomach. He shivered involuntarily, making him growl against her skin. He lightly bit the skin there, then sucked on it. The hand on his stomach traveled behind him, her nails digging into his skin through his shirt. Her other hand, still at the back of his neck, pressed him further into her skin.

“Jesus, Felicity,” He moaned. He blew on the sensitive part of skin, eliciting a shiver from her.

“Oliver,” She shoved against him, and he nodded in understanding. His hands planted themselves on the wall beside her head, her arms dropping to her side. 

“I’m glad you have the strength to stop this time because I didn’t,” He panted, running a hand through his hair. 

“I almost didn’t,” She admitted, leaning up to kiss him on the lips. 

Suddenly, they heard the metal door slam.

“Again with the doors,” Oliver muttered as he tucked his shirt back into his pants. Felicity smiled as she straightened her ponytail and fixed her top.

“Hey, Oliver? Felicity?” Digg’s voice echoed. 

“… And that’s why you shouldn’t charge your phone there!” Felicity scolded as they rounded the column that shielded their hiding spot. “You could loosen one of my cords!”

“Sorry,” Oliver mumbled, rolling his eyes at Diggle.

“What were you two doing?” He asked, amused. 

“Psh, Oliver tried charging his unit system by my phone again- Um, I mean, his phone by my unit system, and he pulled out one of my cords,” She quickly corrected herself. “How was patrol?”

“Uneventful,” He commented. “And how was, uh, the Foundry? Anything interesting happen?”

“Uneventful,” Oliver shrugged, echoing his words. 

The Foundry doors opened and shut again, this time revealing a red-hoodie wearing Roy.

“Hey, guys. Sorry I’m late. Is it my turn for patrol?”

“Yup,” Felicity nodded, keeping her eyes on him. Diggle’s amused eyes were still on her. 

“Hey, Oliver, you’re not getting gonna get all protective again, are you?” Roy asked, pulling off his red sweater to change his black shirt into clean a white one.

“What are you talking about, Roy?”

“That big-ass hickey on Felicity’s neck,” He gestured before heading into the armory to grab his bow and quiver. “I’m pretty sure that wasn’t there when I saw her this afternoon.”

Felicity’s eyes widened as she used her phone’s camera as a mirror. “Oh my God. No, that’s not a- a hickey. That’s a, um, that’s a bruise.”

“A bruise?” Diggle raised his eyebrows. He turned back to Oliver, who shrugged. “Did you hear that, Oliver? Felicity has a bruise. On her neck.”

“Yeah, yeah I heard,” He nodded, suddenly interested his quiver.

“Wow, looks like Felicity’s not the only one getting some action around here,” Roy snorted. “Check out those claw marks on the back of your neck, Oliver.”

Oliver’s hand flew to the back of his neck, where he felt three raised lines of skin. He shot a look at Felicity, who looked down. 

“Seriously, Digg’s got a baby on the way, both Oliver and Felicity are- wait a second,” His eyes shifted from Oliver to Felicity. “Don’t you two normally get all sassy when it comes to the other one dating someone? Why aren’t you two all- you know- grrr.”

“Roy, think it over for a minute man,” Diggle gave him an encouraging smile. 

“What? What am I missing? What are you- oh. Oh! Ha, finally!” He clapped and pointed at Diggle. “Man, you owe me twenty bucks!”

“What? Why?” Felicity asked, her hand casually cupped her neck, effectively covering her hickey. 

“Because I bet that when you guys finally get together you wouldn’t tell us at first. But Digg went all ‘no, we’re their friends, they’ll tell us.’ So come on, man. Twenty bucks.”

Diggle rolled his eyes and stuffed the bill into Roy’s outstretched hand. 

“You should’ve just told us.”

“Hang on, why aren’t you surprised by this?” Oliver asked.

“Please. This afternoon at the office? The door got ‘stuck’ because you were leaning against it? You two cannot lie to save your lives.”

“I actually can, that one time,” Felicity reminded him. “What? I’m just saying.”

“Yeah, well I’m just saying thank you for not telling us because I’m twenty bucks richer,” Roy laughed, sliding on his quiver. “It’s about damn time, too.”

“Okay, the door thing was your fault,” Felicity laughed, pointing at Oliver. 

“Right, because your ‘it’s a bruise’ lie was any better!” He teased.

“God, I wanna leave the two of you alone with your bickering. But honestly, I’m kind of afraid to leave you two alone.” Felicity blushed a deep red while Oliver smirked proudly. 

Marie Van Brittan Brown

Born in 1922, Marie Van Brittan Brown was the first person to develop the patent for closed circuit television security. Her mechanism consisted of a motorized camera and four peepholes. The camera could be moved from one peephole to the next, and the camera’s images were displayed on a monitor. The door could also be unlocked remotely using an electrical switch. Brown’s invention was patented in 1969, and became the framework for the modern closed circuit television system that is widely used for surveillance, crime prevention, and traffic monitoring.